Pawns standing in awe of the gameOf the stageYou've worked so hard at building an empireOf secret rooms to display yourselfAnd add to your wealthThe sting of.Oh, it stingsWhen I saw it all come crashingI witnessed the sound of a million voicesScreaming for a public hanging

When the world is a target for humanity's marketAnd all of it's sold for a dimeI've seen the towers of godsAnd the power of menIn disguises of the worst kindI am the words on the pageI am the death among life todayI am the voice of one among the silentWho's tired of burning among the flames